by Harper Bliss
“I told Ruby we could help her forget about her nasty break-up for a while,” Charlotte says to Jill, while digging her nails further into my jeans.
“And what does Ruby have to say about that?” Jill eyes me with those pale grey-blue eyes of hers—a stare that shoots right through me.
“Ruby is still here,” I say, referring to myself in the third person in a ridiculous manner. “So I guess she’s willing to give it a shot.”
Perhaps I can’t use the pronoun ‘I’ because I need to distance myself from the person speaking those words. Yet, I have no desire to question my motives for being here. The past four months, all I’ve done is process. Tore my personality apart, listing the many flaws that drove Amber away. Looked deep into my soul and wondered who I was now, without her. But I’m still Ruby Cliff. Web designer and piano enthusiast. More life weary than before. And, perhaps for a while, more careful about romance, but this situation is as far removed from romance as can be.
And yes, I’m looking for a good time. For that moment of pure oblivion, where nothing else exists but my body in tune with my mind. I also quite like what I see in front of and next to me. Jill and Charlotte may be significantly older than me, but I’m not someone who needs to look past a laughter line to see a beauty that once was. I see it as it is right in front of me. They’re both beautiful because of the life they’ve lived already. Their amassed experience, inherent wisdom, and the sly, sexy intelligence with which they play me, arouse me much more than a smooth patch of skin ever can.
“As long as it doesn’t jeopardize my piano lessons,” I say, to lighten the mood a little.
Jill shakes her head. “It’s time we put some new life in those fingers of yours, Ruby. Surely they have other talents than producing code and melodies.”
My attention is drawn to Jill’s fingers now. Oh, what those dexterous digits could do to me. This isn’t even about Amber—she’s just a pretext now. This is about that sudden drum of excitement in my blood. That pulse of lust I lost months before Amber left. I know Charlotte and Jill have been together for more than twenty-five years. The dreaded bedroom drought must have come knocking on their door once or twice during that time. But this is no time to ask that question. Besides, the passion between them now fills the room. They wouldn’t be propositioning me—and I wouldn’t be so receptive to it—if it weren’t.
All this talk of fingers while Charlotte’s nails dig ever deeper into my knee. I clearly feel them through the thick fabric of my jeans. She’s making the effort, and it’s working.
In response, I sip from my gin. It’s very smooth, and the tonic is not overpowering like when you drink it at an ordinary bar.
“Hm,” I say, and, instantly, Charlotte’s hand travels upward.
“I guarantee you’ll play better,” Jill pauses for effect, “after.”
Charlotte drains half of her glass and bends over to put it on the coffee table and then, both hands free, turns to me. “Jill knows her stuff, Ruby. You can trust her.”
I look into Charlotte’s dark brown eyes. Did she instigate this? Did she start the conversation with her partner that led to this moment? Do they do this often? I have many questions, but they all get pushed to the back of my mind as soon as Charlotte slants her torso toward me and finds that delicate patch of skin just below my earlobe with her lips. Between them, they have a century of experience. The possibility that my mind is about to be blown increases the pulse between my legs.
“Let’s take this into the bedroom,” Jill says. “Much more comfortable.”
“Best do what she says,” Charlotte whispers in my ear. Perhaps it was Jill’s idea after all. She releases her grip on me and pushes herself out of the couch, extending her hand.
“Come on, Ruby.” Charlotte’s voice has dipped into a lower register already.
Eagerly, I take her hand and get up. Only half an hour ago I was taking my regular weekly piano lesson. Now I’m being led into the bedroom by two women. Earlier, when I rang the bell to this house, my head was filled to the brim with Amber and who the complication in her life was. Now she’s barely still a blip on my radar.
Charlotte is in front of me and Jill behind me. They’re both close enough for me to sense their body heat. A blush creeps up my neck, and even more so when I feel two fingers there, gripping me tightly. Instinctively, I turn my face toward Jill.
“Before I kiss you, know this. If, at any time, for whatever reason, you want this to stop, say so. This needs to be fun for everyone. You are not a prize for us, Ruby. We want to make you feel good.” Jill’s words are delivered with such passion and assurance that they connect with something in my gut. I never realized, until that moment, how much I’ve wanted to kiss her.
“Understood?” Jill is adamant that I reply.
“Yes.” I nod vigorously. Charlotte curls her fingers around my hand more tightly.
“Good.” Jill’s bedroom voice doesn’t differ that much from her classroom voice, yet there’s a subtle, but surprising difference. In the bedroom, her tone is much more insistent.
She leans in. Her lips are painted the lightest of off-red. Almost the natural color of lips, but not quite, giving the impression that, under every circumstance, she’s willing to make the effort. As our mouths connect, Charlotte moves in behind me, pressing her body into mine. They seem so attuned to one another—seem to know exactly what they’re doing.
When Jill’s tongue enters my mouth, a crash of lust thunders through my flesh. Behind me, Charlotte’s hands travel up my sides. A thick, slow pulse takes over my heartbeat. Already, I can feel myself transforming. Not having my attention focused on one person makes everything feel different. More physical, perhaps, but also more intense. Not as emotional as when making love to my girlfriend, and, maybe, requiring a higher level of abandon.
But to be in the center of this, to be standing between Jill and Charlotte, one of them kissing me, pulling me close with those strong fingers of hers, while the other pushes her ex-ballerina’s body into my back, effortlessly takes me to that higher plain of letting go. I always thought I would be too self-conscious, too caught up in questions such as ‘does she not mind that I caress her wife there?’ When Amber briefly touched on the topic of a threesome once, I didn’t speak to her for the rest of the day, so put off was I by the thought of another woman’s hands on my lover.
When my piano teacher and I break for air, her partner starts hoisting up my sweater. Her breath comes quickly, and I can feel it meeting the skin of my neck in hot, short gusts. As Jill puts her hands over Charlotte’s, and they lift up my sweater together, the intimacy of that moment sends a fresh burst of lust into my bloodstream. I lift my arms above my head and, seconds later, I stand between them in my bra.
Jill takes the time to run a finger over the edge of my bra cups, making my skin break out in goosebumps. Charlotte is already unfastening the clasp behind me and soon Jill’s fingers dip down as my bra slips off me. Somehow, in that moment, it still feels inappropriate to make my own move toward the buttons of Jill’s blouse. There’s two of them and one of me, and they are very much in charge. State of undress included.
While Jill looks at my naked chest with an appreciative grin on her lips, she starts undoing the buttons of her blouse. Underneath, she wears a pale blue bra, and her skin is frail and white, like the thinnest of porcelain. From behind me I hear more rustling sounds, indicating that Jill and I are not the only ones getting naked.
Before I know it, a pair of pert nipples presses into the flesh of my back and, from behind, a hand comes for the button of my jeans. Charlotte opens it and then leaves Jill in charge of disposing of my trousers. And then, I stand there in just my panties. If I had known, I would have worn something a bit more exotic than this red pair of well-worn boy briefs, but then again, I don’t suspect it still matters a whole lot this late in the game.
Jill slants her head though, as if pondering my choice of underwear.
“Very retro,” she says, i
n that commanding voice of hers.
Behind me, I feel hands on my ass, cupping my cheeks over the fabric of my briefs.
Jill starts getting rid of her own trousers and, boldly, takes off her underwear in the process.
I gasp for air as she stands before me in all her glory. Although there’s a new vulnerability about her, stripped of that starched white blouse I always see her in, she still comes across as utterly confident and strong. It’s the mixture of the two—the frailness and the power emanating from her—that makes me catch my breath.
There’s nothing more alluring than a woman who isn’t afraid to show herself like that. No qualms, just desire glinting in her eyes. Desire for me.
The hands on my bum travel upward and fingers hook under the waistband of my knickers. Jill watches me as Charlotte tugs down my panties, and we stand in front of each other, both of us naked.
I have no idea when exactly Charlotte disposed of her garments, but she must be an expert, because the next thing I know, she glues her naked body against the back of mine.
“Come on.” Jill reaches for my hand and pulls me toward the bed.
Before I can move, I feel Charlotte’s teeth scrape gently against the back of my neck. I’m eager to see her naked. Eager to see what I’ve already felt against me.
Charlotte gently pushes me and a few seconds later, I’m on my knees on the bed. When Charlotte slides into my field of vision, I can’t take my eyes off her wiry, thin body. She has a Wikipedia page stating her date of birth. I checked it when I first started taking lessons with Jill. But whatever that number says, it’s not what I see with my very own eyes today. Her muscles flex under her skin as she comes for me on the bed. She displays a different kind of eagerness than Jill. More to the point. Less time for foreplay. She grabs me by the back of the neck, her nipples connecting with my own, and kisses me while pushing me down. It’s clear where Charlotte Carpenter wants me. On my back, for her. And Jill.
Charlotte lets herself half-fall on top of me as I surrender to the pillows beneath me, and to her touch. Jill clearly wasn’t lying when she said Charlotte had the hots for me.
Her hands are in my hair and her knee is already driving itself between my legs as she appears to lose control for an instant. But then, she pulls back, gazes into my eyes, and lets herself slip off me, flanking my left side.
“You’re so hot,” she whispers as a few of her fingers travel from my collarbone to my nipple. She traces a wide circle around it, making it reach up as if under the spell of an upward-tugging force field. To my right, I feel Jill move in, her body glueing itself to me.
And there I lay, in between them, blood racing in my veins, my body exposed to them. Jill mirrors Charlotte’s movements with her own hand, and repeats the process on my other nipple. I glare at their fingers while they caress me. Over my breasts their hands find each other and their fingers interlace. Charlotte lifts Jill’s hand from my rib cage and brings two of her fingers to her mouth. I watch how she sucks in Jill’s fingers, deep and with lush smacking sounds, then lets them drop from her lips to push the hand down to my crotch.
Oh jesus. Those fingers. There.
“Spread your legs,” Charlotte says, her voice a throaty groan. With her own free hand, she tugs at my upper thigh a little, just to be sure I’ve understood. But how could I possibly misunderstand? “Jill is going to fuck you first,” she says, “and then I will join her.”
What does she mean? I’m confused. But confusion soon makes way for obliterating excitement as I feel Jill’s fingers in my pubes, then traveling lower, skating through the wetness that has already accumulated there.
“She’s so wet,” she says to Charlotte and the fact that she doesn’t address me—almost takes me out of the equation—sends a fresh rush of lust tumbling through my flesh.
“Fuck her,” Charlotte replies, and then Jill does.
Her fingers easily find my slick opening, and she slides two of them inside of me. Watching Charlotte watch her adds to my arousal and my muscles tremble as Jill goes deep with those pianist fingers of hers. I feel it in every cell of my body when she starts stroking me inside and I wish I could see what Jill and Charlotte are seeing. Their glance on me instantly takes me to a place I haven’t visited for the longest time. That moment of tipping into a different kind of consciousness, where the body takes over. Although what they’re doing to me is as much a mind game as anything.
When Jill looks away from my pussy and her eyes find mine—those kind, warm eyes—I feel her warmth traveling through me. There’s something else on display in her glance. A tender recklessness, an echo of the abandon she sometimes displays in class, when she plays me a tune.
I watch Jill watch me and, as I do, I see how Charlotte watches Jill. She takes in her face and her fingers and what they’re doing to me, and her expression changes in the process. There’s pure need in her eyes now, and something devilish as well. When Jill briefly looks away from me, I see something pass between them. Their connection is what turns me on the most. To be witness to what they have together while Jill pistons her fingers inside of me turns my insides into molten lava. Underneath my skin, it’s all heat and starbursts and lust jittering through me. I’m about to lose it already.
But then, they both turn their attention to what’s going on between my legs again—oh how I wish I could just catch a glimpse of Jill’s fingers disappearing between my thick, swollen lips—and Charlotte brings a hand between my thighs as well.
Make the change quick, I think, because my muscles are contracted to the maximum already; they’re ready to let go, ready to surrender. But maybe that’s what the change of hands is all about. Stall. Draw it out for me. Maybe I should have told them that I have no issue coming multiple times, that there’s no need to delay my climax. But it’s not really a topic one works easily into conversation.
But Jill’s fingers stay inside of me. There’s no breach of contact between fingers and cunt. Not for a split second. Still, I’m spread wider, the rim of my pussy opening more for them. I see both of their arms move, as though in unison and engaging in the same action.
Charlotte has a finger inside of me as well. They’re both fucking me simultaneously. That’s what she meant earlier. As soon as this realization registers, I can’t hold back. It’s too much. The sight of them. The thought of their hands touching down there. Of their joint effort to make me feel good. Of being invited into this act of intimacy between them.
“She’s coming,” I hear Charlotte say, and it’s exactly those two words that send me over the edge. Just like that, I topple over. The walls of my pussy clenching hard around their fingers, intensifying the sensation of having them both inside of me.
It’s Jill’s eyes I find when I climax. Those kind, knowing eyes with all that boundless understanding in them. This too, she understood.
A wave of something hot and unstoppable washes over me. It bounces back between the spot where I feel their fingers the most, and every extremity of my body. I’ve only been in bed with them ten minutes and already they’ve given me an earth-shattering orgasm. If this was foreplay, I wonder what will be next.
“Oh jesus,” I moan, when I fall back on to the mattress, my body relaxing as I feel their fingers retreat.
“We thought we’d take the edge off, Ruby,” Charlotte, definitely the more talkative of the two in this setting, says when she crashes down next to me.
I shake my head, a big smile plastered on my lips. “Jesus christ,” I mutter, staring into her face. Her eyes have gone darker, although there’s a lightness in her grin. A bit of smugness as well, which I, again, don’t fail to find highly arousing. The orgasm has temporarily exhausted me, but just looking at Charlotte’s lean body fires me up quickly again. I trace a finger along her belly, and am surprised by how hard the flesh is that I meet there.
A surprise that seems to register with her as she says, “Yoga and Pilates, Ruby. All I need.”
“Not all.” Jill sits chuckling on
my other side.
Charlotte looks up at Jill, then back to me. “She’s right. The juice of a threesome virgin has also been known to keep me in excellent shape.”
“Hey. How do you know I’m new at this?” I ask, my finger trailing upward, finding her nipple.
“Oh please.” Charlotte shoots me a wink that feels more like a tug at my clit, the way it darts through me with red hot speed.
“Ruby.” Jill’s voice has gone all serious. “Do you mind if I tie your hands to the bed?”
“What?” My eyes go wide. Jill bends over to the night stand and produces a scarf from one of its drawers. It’s bright red and looks soft as silk.
I can’t say I didn’t have other things in mind at this point—like delving my tongue between my piano teacher’s thighs—but this is not my show.
“Time for you to watch,” Charlotte says and holds out her hand to Jill, who passes her the scarf.
“I don’t mind,” I say, loud enough for Jill to acknowledge I mean it.
“I knew you wouldn’t.” Charlotte is such a smart ass. Doesn’t mean she’s wrong, though. “You can watch, but you can’t touch,” she says as she lets the edge of the scarf slide along my body. “Bring your hands up and make sure you’re comfortable.” She drags the scarf all the way up to my neck, letting it skate along my nipples.
I lift my arms and grip my hands around the railing of the bed.
“Good girl,” Charlotte says, and I already feel the fabric tightening around my wrists. She ties me up with a secure knot and then sits back to admire her work.
“Show time,” she says, but doesn’t move for a few seconds. I lay there, on display for them, my blood beating in hot pulses for them—but I remain untouched.
“You’ve felt them,” Jill says, “but I know you would also like to see what my fingers can do.” Her words alone are enough to send a jolt of electricity up my spine. Involuntarily, I stare at her fingers. Already, I want them inside of me again.
Charlotte, who has suddenly gained the ability to read my mind, says, “You’re going to have to wait for those a bit longer, honey. It’s my turn now.”